Knowledge is Power

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my many good friends and loyal fans: my recommended reads are Saviour of Magic by Colt01, For Love of Magic by Noodlehammer, Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality by Less Wrong, Partially Kissed Hero by Perfect Lionheart, Harry Potter and the Daft Morons and Angry Harry and the Seven by Sinyk, Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man, Harry Potter and the Rune Stone Path by Temporal Knight, A Study in Magic and A Study in Magic: The Application by Books of Change, Dark and Light by Pleasedial123 and Harry Potter: My Life Is My Own by Sashian

Key Pairing: Eventual Harmony;

Other Pairings: To be confirmed

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"However, let's get one thing perfectly clear here and now. I'm not coming to Hogwarts for the magic or because of my Mother and Father, because it's physically impossible to want to do anything to make the dead proud or disappoint them. And I'm not coming to be some kind of guinea pig to figure out how I did what nobody else did or to become part of any clique or pathetic idea of friendship. I'm not even coming for the knowledge I'll gain from your world."

"Then…why are you coming, Mr Potter?" asked Minerva curiously, earning a cold, un-caring smile from Harrison that didn't even look like he was joking around.

"I'm coming to Hogwarts because, in all honesty, I'm bored!"

Chapter 5: Great Expectations

By the time he left Gringotts, it was safe to say that Harrison's sense of being impressed with the magical world, as well as the goblins of said bank, only seemed to increase with the introduction to their wide range of security measures as well as the vast number of vaults that lay beneath the rocks and stones that made up the main building itself.

When he was shown a vault that belonged to him and him alone, Harrison was surprised when, after questioning the goblin accompanying him and Professor Flitwick, he learned that the vault he was being shown was pocket change compared to the main vault belonging to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

Naturally, the prospect of knowledge and the pursuit of his true identity snagged Harrison's attention like a fish on a hook, though he said nothing of the wealth he already had in the Muggle world. However, when he learned that he could only claim said vault and access to the same on the day he turned seventeen – becoming an adult in the eyes of the magical world – Harrison was sorely disappointed.

Once again, restraints and cuffs were keeping him from being as great as he wanted to be, but unlike the actual restraints of his ex-foster family, the magical world's restraints would take some serious thought and research. He also knew he had to read up on magical law, including anything and everything he could find on emancipation since, as the last of his family, there had to be a loophole and a means involving him being able to be legally emancipated as a minor.

Then all the wealth, knowledge and true power and identity of his birth family would be his to use and peruse as he wished.

It was just a case of finding it.

'Let the hunt begin…'

Knowledge is Power

After leaving the bank, giving another salute to the guards on the doors, Harrison straightened himself up as he stretched up tall, working out some of the tensions in his muscles before, idly sticking his hands in his pockets – which allowed him to wrap his hand around the bottomless bag he'd bought from the goblins for a minimal fee – he looked to Professor Flitwick as he asked, "So, where do we begin, Professor?"

"The best place would be Madam Malkin's, Mr Potter," replied Filius, though he was still half-awed by how formal, respectful and eager to learn Harrison had been in the bank.

Despite this, he still managed to keep it official and calm in atmosphere as he explained, "There, you'll be able to acquire your robes for school, but you will need to be measured and fitted up, so, if you like, while you're doing that, I can go and gather some more of your equipment."

"Not my books," argued Harrison suddenly, though his argument earned him a knowing smile from Filius as he chuckled dryly.

"I had a feeling you'd want to go there yourself," remarked the goblin teacher, earning a twitch of the lips from Harrison as he went on, "No, I won't go to Flourish and Blotts, but, if you wish, I can and will acquire your other implements, such as quills, ink, parchment and, if I have time, I'll even acquire a telescope and cauldron for you. Then, once you're done with the seamstress, you can meet me in Flourish and Blotts, sound good?"

"Yes sir," replied Harrison, silently berating himself for sounding almost desperate, if not demanding with his hunger for knowledge, but he wanted to see what passed for knowledge in the magical world himself. Also, he wanted to see if he could find any of those books that might reference magical law and emancipation rights or methods for himself, so he was marginally thankful for Professor Flitwick's sense of understanding.

As Filius nodded, he made his way off into the Alley; as he did so, however, he suddenly stopped before he turned back as he asked, "I almost forgot: your animal, Mr Potter…owl, cat or toad?"

"Well," replied Harrison, going into logic mode as he folded his arms before he explained, "From what I've seen of your world thus far, Professor, I can guess that Hogwarts will have a selection of owls available for correspondence that students have access to, am I right?"

"You are," said Filius, though he also cleared his throat as he added, "However, a personal owl would benefit you if you wished to contact friends or family in term time…"

"Professor," sighed Harrison dramatically, clicking his tongue before he remarked, "Kindly remember who you're talking to; the only friend I ever had was the face staring back at me in the mirror or a window's reflection. And as for family, the only one of them I had is currently serving time in prison for crimes of the Muggle world, so who would I contact, except for correspondence between certain parties or to make owl orders?"

"Point taken," replied Filius, though he was both surprised and saddened by Harrison's admission about friends.

However, as he replied to the boy's argument, Filius saw Harrison's eyes narrow before he asked, "Is student privacy respected at Hogwarts if they use school owls? What I mean is, if I were to send anything to others, would I have to put it through certain parties before being able to take care of business for myself?"

"Not necessarily," replied Filius, earning a slow sigh from Harrison before he added, "However, any and all mail deliveries do usually take place during the feasts at mealtimes, so any parcels or correspondence you received would be witnessed by others. However, this does not mean you would have to open said deliveries there, but I'd wager some people would be curious about your deliveries, especially given your willingness to remain a solitary figure in your life."

"So, they might try to intercept my mail?" asked Harrison.

"Regrettably, yes," answered Filius, earning a scowl from Harrison before the young boy lifted an eyebrow when the goblin teacher added, "They might even do that anyway given the fact that it's you, Mr Potter and, because you are just one man without any family to lodge any complaints or address the privacy matter, they might not believe your claims to have things kept private…maybe."

Heaving a sigh, Harrison ran a hand over his face before he looked down the alley, narrowing his eyes as he did so.

For a long minute, he stared off into the distance before, clicking his tongue, he asked, "Am I restricted to just one animal?"

"It is preferred, but there's no rule stating you can't have an owl and a cat or any other combination if that's what you're thinking," said Filius, earning a hum from Harrison as he looked back to the professor.

"Then I'll take advantage of that not-a-rule, Professor, and go with an owl and a cat," explained Harrison, earning a slow nod from Filius before the young boy offered a friendly smile – or rather, one that looked friendly, but Harrison did it for appearances' sake more than anything – as he added in a soft voice, "Why don't you go and pick one, sir? As a wise man yourself, I'd imagine you'd know the right kind of owl for a student like me: call it a thanks from me for all you did in there."

Again, Filius was surprised, but he still nodded in response while Harrison added, "Great; I'll meet you in the bookstore when we're both done. If you can't find an owl for me, sir, don't worry; I can always make a detour on my way through the Alley."

Hearing this, Filius let out a sigh of relief before he indicated the robemaker's shop, "Then off you go, Mr Potter; I will meet you in Flourish and Blotts as soon as I can. Please don't leave the shop without meeting me there."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Professor," replied Harrison, inclining his head politely before he set off for the seamstress' store; as soon as he walked into the shop, Harrison covered his mouth with his sleeve as a strong scent of fresh linen and heavy, woody scents filled his nostrils. There was also a hint of some balmy, polish-like scent that Harrison could only assume was used to keep the rolls of material he could see along the walls as fresh as they could be for aspiring customers.

As Harrison took in the many colours and styles on display, he found his eyes drawn to a beaded curtain at the back of a store where a jolly, rotund woman was stepping out; when she saw Harrison standing there, she offered him a friendly smile before she asked, "Hello there, dear: Hogwarts?"

"Yes ma'am," replied Harrison, being as polite and formal as he could, which seemed to amuse and please the seamstress as she giggled behind her hand before gesturing to the curtain.

"Such a gentleman…now, if you'll follow me, I've got another young man being fitted up right now, but I'm sure we can squeeze you in."

"If it's a problem, I don't mind waiting," argued Harrison, deciding to put on an air of charm that would keep the woman happy; at the same time, it would give him a chance to examine the range of styles on offer, just in case he ever required her services later-on.

However, to his slight disappointment, Harrison heard the woman retort, "No need for that, young man; if you'll follow me, we can get started."

Sighing with defeat, Harrison walked into the back room where, to his slight bemusement, he found himself looking at the other young man who was being fitted up for his robes.

As soon as he saw him, Harrison didn't know whether to be intrigued or just plain alert as he noticed how the other boy had a strong air of nobility and self-pride about him. He had a head of strikingly-bright blonde hair while he also had a pair of cool, grey eyes that seemed to look at Harrison with the same curious air as Harrison himself. As well as the robe he was being fitted for, the boy wore clothes that screamed wealth and prestige while his pale, pointed features also suggested the nobility factor in him.

"Good morning," said Harrison, taking the liberty of removing his cap from his brow, which also caused his dark hair to fall over his fringe as he hoped it would, as he stepped up onto the stool offered by the seamstress, whom he'd already figured out was Madam Malkin.

"And the same to you," replied the blonde, dipping his head courteously while Harrison noticed how he had a slight drawl to his young voice when he spoke, "Let me guess: Hogwarts too?"

"Of course," said Harrison, closing his eyes for a moment as Madam Malkin began measuring him, using a test robe for size and fitting; as he stood there, opening his eyes again in the process, Harrison looked to the boy before he asked, "I assume you too?"

"Yes," answered the blonde, drawing in a breath as though trying to ensure his robes were as slim and well-defining as was humanly, or magically-possible while he added, "My Father's next door buying my books and my Mother's up the street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at brooms; it's a real shame that first-years aren't allowed their own, don't you think?"

"I have no opinions on the topic," replied Harrison, looking away from the blonde as he added, "Personally, I think the idea of flying on brooms is medieval, seriously clichéd for wizards and witches, and, more than anything, it's just plain silly; why waste time on trivial pursuits when all one needs is the pursuit of knowledge to be great?"

Hearing this, the blonde snapped his head around so that he was glaring at Harrison before he asked, "Well what about Quidditch?"

"Never heard of it," answered Harrison coolly.

Suddenly, the boy's nose wrinkled before he sneered as he asked, "Oh…you're one of them, are you?"

"I assume you're referring to the bias of Muggle-born magical beings, coming from a parentage that has neither side capable of passing on the magical gene," said Harrison in his usual matter-of-fact voice, earning another sneer from the blonde before Harrison smirked with a knowing air as he added, "In which case, it gives me the greatest pleasure I've ever felt to say you're wrong to assume that of me, sir. My Mother and Father both had magic that was passed onto me, but, unfortunately for me…and, in a way, for you too, they are no longer with us and have not been for nearly ten years."

Suddenly, the blonde's demeanour changed again.

What had once been a look of disdain and disgust suddenly became one of surprise and curiosity as he eyed Harrison, almost like he was sizing him up, before he asked, "What's your name?"

"Harrison," answered the emerald-eyed scion, hiding a smirk when he saw the blonde roll his eyes before he feigned shock and bemusement as he asked, "Oh, sorry, did you mean my surname? I can only assume that my telling you will result in you judging my worthiness out of some primeval belief that those in the right circles or those in the right sort of company can excel at greatness while the wrong sort will either drag me down or prove unwelcome in your clique, am I right?"

The blonde opened his mouth and then closed it again before opening it a second time, but as he did so, Harrison rolled his eyes as he said, "No need to give me an answer; I've seen everything I need to in order to decide I don't want to give you my surname. And neither am I interested in being part of any cliques that would make Hogwarts look more like a band of clichés at an American High School, so, instead, I'll say it was nice to make your acquaintance and see you at school."

Before the blonde could respond, Harrison smirked when Madam Malkin's assistant, who'd been fitting up the blonde with his robes, suddenly piped up, "That's you done, dear."

With no reason left to stick around, the blonde gathered his robes and left the store.

Once he was gone, Harrison craned his neck to one side before he asked, "Madam Malkin?"

"Yes dear?" asked the seamstress.

"Who was that?"

Looking in the direction the boy had gone, Madam Malkin cleared her throat before she answered Harrison, "That was Draco Malfoy, son of Lord Lucius Malfoy and Lady Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. Among many witches and wizards, Lucius is not someone you want as an enemy, but as for Draco, he's someone who, if you'll forgive the remark, I find…"

"Pretentious?" asked Harrison, earning a surprised look from the seamstress before she nodded, earning a hum from Harrison as he added, "I see; thank you…now, is there anything that can be done to give my robes additional comforts or protections? Some sort of spell package I can pay for to ensure they last me a good few months, if not years, at least?"

"Actually, there is," answered Madam Malkin, earning a smirk from Harrison as he inclined his head to the woman.

"Then give me the works; and, if what I've learned today is any indication, I assure you that price no object, my lady."

Knowledge is Power

When Harrison first walked into Flourish and Blotts, it was perhaps the first time he'd shown any genuine sense of awe or surprise for the ways of the magical world as he saw the vast range of books and topics on display in the store.

While many witches and wizards flitted about, scanning the shelves for whatever they were looking for, Harrison walked over to a stairway that led up to a second terrace where many more books were kept. As he climbed the stairs, Harrison hid the relief and sense of amusement he felt when he caught sight of Draco Malfoy again, though the blonde didn't see him.

Neither was Harrison noticed by the taller, prouder-looking blonde-haired figure whom accompanied him out of the store, the sight of whom made Harrison realise that was Lucius Malfoy, Draco's Father and, as Harrison had learned, someone you didn't want as an enemy.

'Someone to watch out for, be it for good or ill,' thought Harrison, turning his attention to the shelves of books.

With the same slow, methodical way he'd scanned the selection of shops in Diagon Alley, Harrison examined the wide range of books on display, noticing many different titles as well as topics on offer.

Some of them also seemed to be divided between ranks, grades or stages, which included one of the books on Harrison's list:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One by Miranda Goshawk.

As he took in the many different topics and appearances of the books, Harrison found himself so engrossed by the potential of their contents that he didn't notice he had company until a familiar voice asked, "Have you found what you're looking for?"

Rather than jump out of his skin like anyone else might have done, Harrison simply nodded before he answered, "I think so, but there are certain topics and books I would like to add to my collection, Professor."

"That's quite all right," said Filius, earning a sideways look from Harrison, which also revealed the wrapped parcels the goblin professor was carrying while, to Harrison's mild disappointment and mild relief, there was no sign of an owl, which meant Harrison could look for one himself.

Filius must have noticed his relief as well as he smiled before he explained, "I know you said I could pick one out for you, Mr Potter, but I made a conscious decision to realise that I had kept you waiting long enough. Now, if you'd like to pick out the books you'd like to add to your essentials, I can have someone collect them for you and we can pay for them and be on our way."

Thanking the professor for his assistance, Harrison requested every grade of the Standard Book of Spells, as well as a couple of books on Healing Magic and an interesting beginner's guide to Runes and Wards, which surprised Filius, but he put it down to the boy's hunger for knowledge. As well as the rest of the books on Harrison's booklist, the young boy also requested any books on magical law and, not to Filius' surprise, anything on the rights of emancipation and the laws and traditions of old families and the history of magic.

One of the last books Harrison purchased was a book on Jinxes and Hexes, which seemed random, but when Filius saw the look of delight on his charge's face, he assumed the boy must be playing a game to make anyone think he was just a juvenile delinquent looking to cause some chaos.

Just like his Father, but Filius didn't say that bit out loud.

Harrison also bought a wizard's journal and a copy of Encyclopaedia Mystica, which did surprise Filius because he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a copy of said book at Hogwarts. It was basically the magical version of Encyclopaedia Britannica, but unlike the Muggle version, the magical counterpart was what was known as a Grimoire that stored a vast range of magical knowledge, including many things not found in many of the texts and books on the Hogwarts syllabus.

Because of this, any minor looking to buy the book had to have an adult accompanying them.

However, even when Filius gave his approval, he was a little surprised to see Harrison reveal his scar beneath his fringe when he addressed the teller, which sealed the deal, though the goblin teacher was surprised the bookstore owner didn't make a fuss at serving Harry Potter.

Given everything else he'd seen that day, Filius just put it down to the gift of conviction and personal empowerment held by Harrison James Potter.

Knowledge is Power

One of the last stops on Harrison's trip through Diagon Alley was for the one thing he'd been waiting for most of all.

A wand, with which he'd be able to work his will and bring out the true force of his magic.

This meant Ollivander's, which even Filius had said was up there with the best wandmakers in the world.

When Harrison heard this, he seemed genuinely interested, though as he walked into the store, he also looked a little bemused and intrigued at the air of magic held within the shop. If he was being honest with himself, it reminded him of walking into a very strict library, though one laden with dust, age and experience that clung to the very walls themselves.

As Harrison stood in the shop, his eyes narrowed suddenly before, to Filius' surprise, he asked in his usual cool tone of voice, "Why don't you step out of the shadows, Mr Ollivander? I'm sure we all have more important things to do than play a game of hide-and-seek."

While Filius blanched, Harrison turned his eyes to the left when a wizened voice gasped, "Extraordinary…and remarkably-perceptive as well: it is no surprise I have wondered when I would be seeing you, Mr Potter!"

As Harrison inclined his head in the direction of the voice, Filius stared with bewilderment as he saw the silvery-haired, well-aged features of the old wandmaker, Garrick Ollivander, appear from the stacks of his shop's stores. He seemed to be smiling as he observed Harrison while, at the same time, there was a glimmer of excitement and wonder in his bright eyes.

While Harrison and Filius watched him, Ollivander walked out to the front of his store as he continued, "It seems only yesterday that your Mother and Father were in here buying their first wands…and such remarkable concoctions they were too; your Mother found herself chosen by a willow wand of ten-and-a-half inches. Swishy and remarkably-skilled with Charms work, as I'm sure you will agree, Master Filius."

"Indeed, I will, Garrick," replied Filius, earning a genuine look of curiosity from Harrison before the goblin told him, "Your Mother was a prodigy of the art of Charm casting, Mr Potter. Exceptionally-skilled beyond her years, which surpassed even those who looked down on her for being a Muggle-born student, she was often called the brightest witch of her year by many of her peers, including your Father."

"Ah," said Ollivander, returning Harrison's attention to him as he went on, "Yes, James Potter: he favoured a mahogany wand; eleven inches and remarkably-pliable with a little more power than the willow and excellent for transfiguration…not to mention his skill with Duelling and many varying hexes, jinxes and charms of his own."

"Yes, James certainly had…a talent for being a bit…creative with his work," agreed Filius, trying not to sound too dreading as he suddenly found himself thinking of a certain colleague of his.

As Ollivander nodded in agreement, however, he kept Harrison's attention on him as he added, "Well, I say your father favoured it; in actuality, I find the wand that chooses the wizard. It is not always clear why, but this is something I have long believed with all wands…even the very worst."

Here, Harrison frowned while he also tensed up as Ollivander brushed a hand over his forehead, revealing his lightning-bolt scar in the process, as he went on in an ominous tone, "Yes…I remember that wand very well; yew and phoenix feather, 13 ½ inches. Very strong and remarkably gifted in certain circles. Had I known the evil that would be committed…"

"Nothing would have changed," finished Harrison, moving Ollivander's hand from his brow as he said, "Time is not something that can be changed by should-a, would-a, could-a, Mr Ollivander; what was, what is, what can be, what must not; everything is chance. All things happen for a reason. Now, if you'd be so kind, I'd like to find my wand."

Ollivander's eyes widened before he nodded, though not before looking in Filius' direction, earning a nod of mutual agreement from the professor as though agreeing with whatever thought was running through the old man's mind.

Returning his attention to Harrison, Ollivander gulped before he whispered, "Do you know something, Mr Potter? I think I might have the perfect wand for one as attentive, yet clearly-gifted in certain circles as you…now where did I put it?"

Making his way into the back, Ollivander vanished for several moments.

As he waited, Harrison's eyes narrowed curiously when he heard something snap before he heard Ollivander gasp, "Whoops…how clumsy of me; oh well, no big loss, I'm sure."

As Harrison watched and waited, his eyes narrowed again when he saw the old man return, carrying a single wand case in his hands.

Offering it to Harrison, Ollivander watched as the young boy opened the case, revealing an almost-blackened shaft of wood with a smoothly-curved hilt where one might wrap their fingers delicately and perfectly around the wand. With the same curiosity in his eyes as before, Harrison reached for said hilt, but as soon as his fingers met the wand, he gasped when a wave of incredible magical strength and force washed over him.

The hair on his fringe actually blew upwards, as though it was caught in an updraft while Harrison's emerald-green eyes shone like the gemstones themselves as he held the wand in his hand. The very air around the young boy appeared to sing with magic, making Harrison's eyes widen before he was forced to wipe tears of awe and shock from his eyes as he whispered to the wandmaker.

"It…it's perfect!"

"Especially for one of your capabilities, Mr Potter," replied Ollivander, earning a curious look from Harry as he went on. "The wood is cedar, but the tree it came from no longer exists. It was lost years ago in a terrible firefight involving the Dark Wizard Gellert Grindelwald; the strange thing is that all that remained of said tree was a single branch…this branch, to be precise, which the man whom brought it to my attention told me had become steeped in the dark and, regrettably, potentially-great magic of Grindelwald's wand…and a very unique wand it was too."

Behind Harrison's back, Filius' eyes widened with disbelief, as though he knew of the wand in question, while Ollivander went on, "This wand, the sorcerer in question told me, would only become one with a soul as pure and yet as potentially-great as the magic it was burnished in. And after years of searching and hoping, I finally believe, and now know, this wizard to be you, Mr Potter."

"It certainly feels strong," agreed Harrison, swishing the wand through the air as he added, "In fact, it feels…it feels as though it completes me…"

"That is the cedar in it," replied Ollivander, earning a curious look from the boy as he explained, "Cedar is perfect for those whom are perceptive and perspicacious, both of which I have seen in you, Mr Potter. The core of the wand also completes that image as it is made of a core of the feather of a thunderbird and Demiguise hair; two objects from such diverse creatures, both capable of such extraordinary magical feats that will make the future interesting…for none more than you, Mr Potter."

As Harry stared in bewilderment, he eyed his new wand once more while he heard Ollivander go on, "Remember, the wand chooses the wizard, Mr Potter…it is not always clear why, but…"

As he said the next words, Ollivander looked deeply and intently into Harry's eyes as he told him, "I think it is clear, now more than ever, that we can expect great things from you, Mr Potter. After all, both Grindelwald and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things…"

A shiver ran down Harrison's spine as he heard this, though he also took it to heart, especially with Ollivander's next words;

"Terrible…oh yes…but great…"

Knowledge is Power

While Harrison left the store to head for his last port of call, however, he was unaware of Ollivander waiting until the boy was gone before, clearing his throat, he said, "Filius."

Turning to the old wandmaker, Professor Flitwick gasped when Ollivander pointed at the young wizard outside before he said, "Take great care with that one: keep an eye on him…for he is no ordinary first-year…and what he has received is no ordinary power source…"

"I…I will," agreed Filius, though he swallowed hard before he asked, "What do you know, Garrick?"

"Only this," answered Ollivander, his eyes darkening in their aged sockets as he looked to the door before he went on, though now, his words were edged by the same ominous note as earlier as he answered the professor's question.

"If Harrison James Potter ever chooses to walk the same path as Riddle and Gellert, there will not be a power in all magic that can stop him…so, for all our sakes, my old friend, keep a very close eye on him…and all who may want to use him for their own ends."

While Filius' eyes narrowed in suspicion and surprise, he suddenly gasped when Ollivander sighed before he went on;

"Oh, and when you get the chance, thank Albus' phoenix for his generous donation…what a shame I accidentally broke that wand…but maybe it was for the Greater Good, wouldn't you agree?"

Chapter 5 and, wow, talk about ominous: Ollivander seems to know more than he lets on and Harrison's wand seems to mirror that, but what could he mean by giving our boy such a potentially-powerful-and-dangerous wand?

Also, with his means to become great now in the palm of his hand, can Harrison find the answers to help set him free before the chains are even put into place on him?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: After a very interesting summer of change and growth, it's time for Harrison to attend Hogwarts where he encounters a familiar face…and a few other familiar faces – to us, anyway – including one who seems to be able to make Harrison feel something he'd never admit feeling: like he's finally been able to make a friend;

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